Make the underground great again
Bitch, I let you feel my pain
Bloodstain on my carpet
Yeah, you know you my next target
I buy everything from the black market
Kill everything, clear everything, yuh yuh
Can't wait to see everything collapse
So shut the fuck up or split you head with a fucking axe
We are the one who pack the fucking packs
77 bitch, why are you so mad, huh?
Throw the molotov through your fucking window
Your gang can feel, 77 akimbo
Throw the molotov through your fucking window
Your gang can feel, 77 akimbo
Everything makes you sad
Everything is a new story for a new tat
I mean look at that, 77 ready for the combat
I want to see all that, rats dead, rats dead
Smoking on the gas, take a snore from your ash
Your hoe always says, she do it for the cash
Even she says that you are trash
Nobody fucks with you 'cause who are you?
Share your pain with the train
Share your fucking pain
Share your pain with the train
Share your fucking pain
Share your pain with the train
Share your fucking pain
Share your pain with the train
Share your fucking pain